Best Verbal Poems
Mr Bombastic
So sycophantic
Spins discs of plastic
He’s so sarcastic -
Thinks he’s fantastic!
He’s on a health kick
Eat prunes in aspic....
His guts turn spastic
Diarrhoea quite drastic!
02/10/20
Simple silly scribbles after eating prunes for breakfast whilst listening to an 'in your face dj' on internet radio!
Roses are red
violets are blue
Your mouth is rubber
My feelings are glue
Why must you hate
I haven't a clue
Your narcissistic
Negative mind
Affects us too
Every time
Soon you'll find
Yourself alone
But before I go
I've got one more poem
Sticks and stones
May break my bones
But your words really f****** hurt
In four and sixty syllables
He strains to squeeze some thoughts profound
Into unyielding manacles
Of 8x8 form, tightly-bound.
He seeks to hand-pick words that sound
Unforced by metric obstacles
That sing and sensibly expound -
In short, do verbal miracles!
words hurled
from a bitter tongue
deftly flung
across a tranquil pool
cruel and biting
pebbles ricochet
leaving rippling scars
across a heart
throes of pain
from glancing blows
verbal stones
you chose to toss
skimming emotions
eyes swimming
with caromed tears
echoing of loss
Wife - "Once I kept you locked in my heart
But now I release you like a fart
So that I can have a fresh start"
Husband – "Once I disobeyed God
So, He put on my back a heavy load
Now I pray, take this load off my shoulder, my Lord"
Wife - "Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Like Humpty, if ever you have a great fall
I will never come running at your call"
Husband - "Horsey, Horsey, don’t you stop?
Why blabber like an idiot nonstop?
If you have no work, go and mop"
Wife - "Oh! Tut...This is why I strongly say
Dogs like you should be left to stray
How, from men like you, I wish to stay away"
Husband - "Then why linger? You may boldly walk away
How I wish to rid of a 'Donkey' who can only bray"
Wife – "With a man like you, do you think I will again stay?
Never! But for making my life a mess you should pay"
She went into apocalyptic shock.
What is that?
I do not know, but it sounds catamorphic to me.
I smile at my aunt, who knows everything.
Always has, always will.
And that means?
It means a psycholometergist was called in.
Really? It sounds more like a medical condition to me.
Where did you get your degree? Online?
Talking to her is a treat.
She always speaks with authority using the biggest words.
once said its too late
a name can't be taken back
for words never die
A person who's being verbally abusive toward another will have taken its tolls on
everybody. It hurts the feelings of every human being, including me. These people had been
verbally abusive toward each other since the day the siblings (little brothers and little
sisters) had been born, ever since those soon-to-be ex-lovers met, and stuff. They're
always downing on each other, just because one individual has a disability (autism, Down
syndrome, e.g.), they had a good education, or whatever. And the worst part of this bad
situation is this: these bad people are just going to keep getting away with being
verbally abusive toward the less fortunate ones, they'll treat these people like trash,
and no one has the guts to stand up to their tormentors. I hate it when people do that to
each other. These people are so sick of being verbally abusive by their tormentors,
they're sick and tired of the individuals' negative attitude, their rudeness, their
selfishness, and their arrogance. But what these people are sick and tired most of all are
all of the mean and hurtful things they said about them. What these bad people really
need to do is take their so-called "apologies" and whatever they've got, and stick them
where the sun doesn't shine because as far as the victims are concerned, they don't care
anymore. And if this type of abuse keeps up, then we'll all reach are breaking point and
there's no telling what the next thing might happen next.
Written by Gail DeBole
On 10/27/2021
Updated on 10/28/2021
Don’t repeat.
Make it short and sweet.
Really and Very
Are words that don’t carry
A crucial amount of weight
To a descriptive word’s state.
If you must abuse
The word that you choose.
Then at least speak the power
So listeners do not sour.
Say “Very” to the third
Even though it’s quite absurd.
At least you’re being clever
If listeners respond, “Whatever.”
You act like you’re all that -
gaining green when you rap,
but I say lines of utter crap
come from your verbal flap.
You lack and I can back that.
My slapjack, whapping facts
would not be rinsed with tact
since odds are a massive stack
of my fly responses so snap
they’ll waste yours to scrap.
You’ll bleed a need for a map
just to sense our distance gap.
I could secure a win wrap
in the deep sleep of a nap
with word whirls of pure blur
punching, crushing your rap,
maiming your able so unstable
it’s incapable to react transact
any how to track your ego back.
My hit of truth would impact
and sack your rap so abstract
that my heard word redact
would squish lisp yours compact,
then subtract, detract, refract
and ransack precisely exact
the trash you call a talent act.
So, go! Sate-debate my rap trait.
Nick Trim's 8 Mile Style Poetry Contest
March 16, 2018
he is like the weather, inconsistent and unpredictable.
and we're like meteorologists,
always trying to predict when the rain will come and go.
but the truth is we don't know.
sometimes there's not a cloud in the sky yet the rain still falls.
March marches madly
May may or may not be wet
August is simply august
She's arrogant, vain, conceited and snooty
not to mention offensive, insulting and disrespectful in her duty!
How she stays on TV
is a mystery to me
of course, it's her highness, Judge Judy!
Verbal Attitude
Nectar from his vocabulary was oozing
Also spilling on the ground coinciding with ditch
Habits of my dwellers were like this
Have a ear to hear list sitting on first row
Blows of the leader and to pat the palms for show
Far the tin tin ton ton of the bell from the temple
Was removing pollution at least
But a symmetry of same string harping velocity tilting
Did not cause to swing a breath of peace like in solitary isle
Passing of grand ma pa father and mother burns at night in dream
With a question my child, do you have coolness in your field?
Luxury in the mood of head
Has romanced in meeting and seminar
Turning pages of hope,
Each time with a question mark
For next time, we reached
Access with man and matters of the globe shaking hand
Different optimistic attained approach
And path ahead dug with each step to field,
Dwindles, a flow of wish. Alas!
Me and my country’s last.
A pair was at newly bought suit, marching
Supposing to visit in wedding pitch at evening
Spray of volley grey veiled them to loose
Beauty did not see on road where they were for forecast.
I used to love you
More than I loved myself
But our love took a dark turn
I cared for you, lied for you
Even stood in front of a bullet
I would have died for you
Without a second thought
See,
There's grave danger in putting someone else before you
Because it means you always take the backseat
My wants, my needs
Were put on freeze
So that I could live to please
You
You found yourself overwhelmed
Because no other female
Ever poured such tender, love and affection into you
Our relationship took a dive too deep
And you became fearful of a future
That you did not want or need
You wanted to be free
Instead of being tied down to me
So,
You found solace
In experimentation
You had a fixation
With trying something new, someone different
So you suggested that we just be friends
But instead,
You toyed with my emotions
And continued to flirt with the idea of a future with me
I soon learned,
It was all just manipulation
Just a tease
So you could invest in other females
While keeping a tight leash on me
You should have let me be
But you could not exist in this world
Knowing that another man was doing the job
You were supposed to do
So you denied the truth
Instead of saying goodbye
You lied,
Forced me to cry myself to sleep at night
Only to be drawn in by your power again
And again
And again
Until you threw dirt on me
For the last time
Your tongue uttered the last lie
And I was done
The monster I became because I was engulfed by this misery
Put me to shame
So consumed by this life
I treated my own life, my heart, my emotions
Like It was a game
But I had nothing to Gain
Except the inability to recognize myself in the mirror
Now that he is gone
I can see myself a lot clearer
And I stand to proclaim
Yes, I loved him
With all of my heart
But now that I finally put me first
I can part with the past
And love me
Alas